THE FEMININE DECADENCE
Hues,
They color me like camouflage
And Acropolipton marble and
No one suspects me.
I live like a rogue warrior, a
Flowing glowing cloud that
Moves across the world as
A shadowed phantom. My
Heart is silent, for it
Seldom wanders off the
Path as we have too little
To share. And the moon,
Ah, yes,
The moon is our lover, our
Visitation from the other
World of dreams and
Surely, we are beings of
Love and living, here, though
Some such as I court the
Death of our fathers
Forever.
I haven't the answers,
Wee ones,
I know no beauty
Other than those in
Paint and page as
My heart follows her
Hues, my other who
Takes me sometimes like a
Goddess of Greece, smothering
My soul with cold waters,
Word and sweet pomegranates,
With dreams of joy and
Decadence, that feminine
Being who needs me
As dearly as I need her
Sweet fruits of
Imagination, of
Some drifting sensual
Dust of imagination.
I~
By Johnny Sachu
© 2008 Johnny Sachu
(All rights reserved)
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